I know I drive him crazy. Im "that" mom in the hospital.... and even more so THAT wife. Im controlling and cranky and fussy. I overthink, and get irritated when i think others arent thinking enough. I forget to share information... or I assume that others already know. You can probably imagine how it goes if I miss a conversation or meeting. I dont small talk. Mostly cuz my brain is too full with all the other stuff. I dont ask for more towels or different pillows or an aspirin, unless its for Clara. I get up and make my bed before rounds start. I check lab results online as soon as they are up- incessantly- and ask about every one. EVERY ONE. I know all her doctors and nurses and how to (sucessfully) get ahold of them. I repeat first & last & date of birth in my sleep.
But this guy... he's the cool dad. The easy going, yeah whatever guy. He goes with the flow, doesnt even know what crabby is and high maintenance? Ummm no. He hears the cliff note version of report, and doesnt sweat the fine details. He doesnt question the team... but asks me later if they were on our same page. He assumes they are thinking as hard as we are. He knows to say, "you should wait to tell me that until my wife is here" for all the right reasons. He knows where every nurse and doctor and cleaning person live, how many kids they have and what their significant other does for a living. Literally. He makes us more comfortable in our less-than-comfortable accomodations. He's totally comfortable taking consult from the couch bed (maybe shirtless.) He has no idea where to find med lists, lab results or orders. And remember doctor names? Nope.
This is not an easy journey. But together, I know we've got this. We are ying & yang... and I am so thankful for our balance. ❤❤ #claraviolet #tinyfighter